It was cold at your home
So I dragged you under
Under my skin
Where you used to belong
Gospels were torn,
Life was sour underneath
Under those thin
Layers of fear
Tried to catch the eyes of the wolves
Never seen such beauty
For howling at the moon
Night has new meaning to me...
I’ve felt so secure
Mislayer of flesh
I’ve spelled your name backwards
For every moon (that) stayed to rest.
Witnessed the great intensity
Of lights and rays creating new forms
Christians hailed the moon
Heathen promises of light...
...Hide. Hide my sacred love.
Curse. Curse the Harlotmoon…
Sidesleeper, rested well...
...Hide. Hide my sacred love.
Curse. Curse the Harlotmoon…
Sidesleeper, rested well,
While war aroused in hell...
‘For sins of the wicked
Harlot to burn...
My Love, purified by fire
Wolves for the walley
Witches for the light
Burn, harlot to the fire…
Harlot to the fire...